Gaza series

Today when I was at college I looked at the sky and I saw that it was gloomy, the sun was veiled and the weather was outrageously depressing. I got back home watched an episode of “Grey’s anatomy” which is one of my very favorite series to change my mood and forget about today’s disgusting weather, which felt like there was a window of hell opened on us and when I finished watching it, this thing popped into my mind. I found that most of the series I know can apply on Gaza ! and on our situation

series from a Gazan perspective:

Small Ville, is what Gaza feels like

Heroes, is who we really are… yet

Lost, is how we feel

24, are the hours we spend living in mess

Prison break, is what leaving Gaza is called

Criminal minds, is the stereotype we r endowed with

Theunit, is what we seek

Without a trace, is how people are killed here

House, is lost and found

Low & order, is something we lack

Desperate housewives, are those the widowed women of Palestine.

Super natural, was the last war launched against us

‘the’ legend of the seeker, is freedom

Brothers and sisters, is our Gazan society

90210, is hardly the number of the casualties for the last couple of years

Photos

In Jerusalem.

in Jerusalem, once you enter the holy city a profound sense of belonging fills you with joy, wherever you turn your eyes observing in silence, the scene of the ancient houses and buildings gives you a strange feeling like you have been there before, you almost swear.

in Jerusalem you decisively refuse to ride caps or taxis. something inside you urges you to walk on your own. you gaze and gaze at the streets, you listen carefully to the sounds around you as if these streets are telling their stories and you want to listen.

in Jerusalem you don’t need a tourist guide to inform you where you are. you just know.

in Jerusalem you ignore the fact that the city is stuffed with foreigners from all around the world, you ignore the fact that Israelis are walking the streets proudly as if the city is theirs, and you ignore seeing them giving directions to the foreigners as if they memorize the city like the palm of their hands. while you walk the streets schizophrenic, sometimes you are dazzled and your breath is taken away by the cities might and other times you are looked at by the foreigners as if you are the foreigners.